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Saturday, June 07, 2003

Travelling Salesmen carry far and wide the imagery of Mrs. Montoya's where the girls are shaved to suit. The Shell Trade a venerable American Industry. Electricity (Franklin's flaming kite). Banjos. Tobacco. The Tomato. Electric Banjos (Franklin's flaming kite) flying high in the opiate lightning storytelling Swiss night. Vampires and Frankenstein's boy. Buffy and the Munsters. Grandpa is our Addams Family anarchist home and garden Grandpa for sure. You know, America could be sorta a fun place if them ivy league children weren't all toxxed out with the worship of Geronimo's Skull. Grandpa's Pizza - the Worker's Collective Pizza Franchise - would deliver us sustaining goo from environmentally correct electric carts, or pedal power tricycles, or maybe zippy dog wagons. I worry about putting horseys in front of wagons because I'm not sure the horseys groove on it but I know some Beagles (pupsters I mean, not Beagle Zilchard) who would benefit from some honest and diverting employment. (Beagle Zilchard was Beagle long before I got Delia.) At night the News would tell us where Grandpa had gone that day and what helpful things he had suggested. If the Suits who run this country as the HenchBoys of RichKids were not anything but poisonously dull then I'd see Al Lewis on TV a lot because while I often see things a little differently from Grandpa Al at least he doesn't work at being stupid which makes him a lot better than any of that skank I usually see on the political talk shows.

Tales of Strip Poker in LunaAzul are spread by the Travelling Salesmen like the sayings of the Prophet. You get yourself down to the border and Dr. Bienke's gonna fix your blue ukulele and then you'll just skip across that groovy friendship bridge into Old LunaAzul and the Mariachi twilite where you gonna get to see some wondrous nekkid cuties and you gonna be able to do something about it. That's the Banjo Tuning Dream Koo's frailing on that uke. At night the barbed wire fences light up with that dream. It'll sometimes hum in your tooth fillings.


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